“Now who’s being ethnic?” Llona went back to the couch and sat down next to him. “You know,” she said, “I don’t know when I’ve behaved more childishly, and I don’t know when I’ve had more fun. Are you always like this?”
“Nope. I have my depressed times too.”
“Black moods.” Llona nodded. “I know. I have them too.”
“Black’s not a mood with me; it’s a living condition.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“No sweat. I know you didn’t.” Reb kissed her again to reassure her.
“Oh, that was nice.” Llona sighed and cuddled in his arms. “I really feel so content.”
She was resting on one hip so that her bottom was within easy reach. Reb patted it. “Does it still smart?” he asked.
“No. It just sort of feels like it has a warm glow,” she sighed. “Just a little warmer glow than the rest of me.”
Reb stroked her flank. “That feels good,” she said languidly.
“I think so too.” His voice was soft, deep and warm. “And so does this.” His other hand closed gently over one of her breasts, stroking the summer cotton of her sweater.
Llona was comfortable with the caress, and she was also aroused by it. She snuggled contentedly with the first feeling and nibbled at the juncture of Reb’s neck and shoulder with the second. It made Reb chuckle
“That’s it, baby. You have some dark meat and I’ll take the breast. He slipped his hand inside her sweater and pushed her bra strap aside.
“And I thought you only liked the part that goes over the fence last.” Llona gasped at his touch and her breast swelled with the sudden intake of air so that the long nipple fluttered against the palm of his hand. She raised her lips to be kissed.
Reb obliged. Then he raised the sweater and removed the bra altogether. His light brown skin was a striking contrast to Llona’s ivory complexion as he burrowed his face in her bosom. Her fingers snarled in his hair as she clasped her hands over the back of his head to pull him the more tightly to her breasts. His hair looked wiry, but it was softer than it looked. (Reb’s father had called it “nappy” and been delighted, while his mother used to try in vain to comb the kinks out of it.) Now the hair bristled as Llona tugged at it.
Reb took off his shirt. His torso was slim and muscular. His naked chest was hard against the excited red of Llona’s breasts. She pulled his mouth to hers again and their tongues leaped like flickering flames throughout a kiss that was hot and deep and both satisfying and arousing at the same time. When the kiss was over there was no question in either of their minds that they were going to have sex.
Llona made no protest when Reb removed her skirt and panties. She waited, watching, unable to keep from licking her lips as he peeled off his own clothes. Nor could she restrain herself at the sight of the cinammon brown spear of his manhood. She reached for it greedily and tugged it to her lips.
“Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the cannibal.” Reb’s protest wasn’t at all serious. He stood over her as she stretched out naked on the couch and the muscles in his thighs stood out and rippled under the bronze skin as he watched Llona’s eager red lips and tongue assail his manhood. Finally, he pulled away. “It would be a shame to waste it,” he told her.
He sprawled over her and her legs shot up, widespread. She rested them on his shoulders and locked the ankles around the back of Reb’s neck. Her nether-lips were wide, the region beyond semi-exposed, the red flesh quivering. “Hurry!” Her nails raked his buttocks as she pulled him to her. His muscles tensed under her biting touch. He drew back, almost as if he was taking aim, and then he lunged!
He hit—-with remarkable accuracy, considering — between the two bottom cushions of the couch. His smiting the alternate target—-and becoming momentarily embedded in it -- was the result of the original one having suddenly and violently moved. And the reason it moved was that the doorbell buzzer had sounded loudly and raucously and Llona had been so startled that she’d jumped and rolled right off the couch.
“Who the hell can that be?” Reb snarled, pulling himself free.
“Were you expecting someone?”
“Hell no!”
The buzzer sounded again; it was a particularly harsh and disconcerting sound. "
“I think you’d better answer it,” Llona said.
“All right. I’ll get rid of whoever it is.” Still naked, Reb walked over to the door of the apartment and looked through the peephole. “Mom!” The syllable was a rising note of unhappy surprise, “Mom! What are you doing here?”
“This is a greeting?” His mother, small and trim with a figure that was still qiute good, regarded the peephole with a baleful eye. “From such joy a person could get frostbite.”
“Now, Mom. You know I’m glad to see you. It’s just—”
“From your left eye—or maybe’ it’s your right — I couldn’t tell if you’re glad or sorry. So let me in already, I could tell if its bloodshot from happiness to see your mother, or only dissipation.”
“Well, just a second, Mom. It’ll take a second. I don’t have any clothes on.”
“What are you some kind of nudenik, running around your apartment with nothing on?”
“I was just going to take a shower,” Reb improvised. “Just give me a minute.”
Llona looked up at him questioningly as he came back into the living room. “Did you get rid of them?” she asked.
“I couldn’t,” he said miserably. “It’s my mother. Look, I’m sorry as hell, and I know this must seem ridiculous to you, but she’s very old-fashioned. Would you duck into the bedroom?”
“Some shenanigans for an African prince,” Llona teased
“This is the Hebrew side of the family. They’re all hung up on civilization. Please?” He nodded toward the door to the bedroom.
“Oh, all right.”
“I’ll get rid of her as fast as I can,” Reb told Llona as she closed the door behind her.
He started for the front door to admit his mother. En route he stopped to pull on his pants and noticed Llona’s clothes strewn about the place. Quickly, he gathered them up and shoved them under the couch. The last thing he grabbed was the Nymph panties. He hesitated a moment, then remembered the terms of the office lottery and shoved them into his trouser pocket. He felt like a heel, but he pushed the feeling away without analyzing it. There was no time. He opened the front door and his mother sailed through the foyer and into the living room.
“Slob!” She looked around her disdainfully at the sight of Reb’s clothes thrown over the furniture. “Did I bring you up when you take a shower you leave a trail of dirty underwear behind you? Pig!”
In the bedroom Llona giggled silently. She could hear everything being said in the living room quite clearly. Reb’s mother reminded her of her mother-in-law.
“What brings you here, Mom?” Reb refused the bait, refused to fall into the trap of defending his slovenliness.
“I need a reason to drop in on my only child?”
“Well, you never did before.”
“So, all right. A reason I got. It’s that man!”
“What man?” Reb asked.
“ ‘What man’? What am I, Elizabeth Taylor, I got such a selection? You know there’s only one man in my life, so why ask?”
“What’s the matter? What did Dad do?”
“Better you should ask what didn’t he do.”
“All right, what didn’t he do?” Reb obliged.
“Don’t ask.”
“Look, Mom. I’m very tired. I just want to take a shower and get to bed. So what do you say you just tell me what’s bothering you.”
“All right. So what did he do?” She took a deep breath. “He says he’s throwing me over for black power, that’s what! Twenty-seven years we’re married, and now all of a sudden I’m too white for him. We should change our name to Triple-X and I should wear a long robe and walk behind him with my chin in my neck, his friends shouldn’t see I’m marshmallow colored.”